What is a Poem? by Micki Findlay
WHAT IS A POEM
it stalks me
hounds me
haunts me
wails like a hurricane squall
what is it thirsting to tell me
what is a poem after all
is it winter’s hush that cushions the earth in alabaster skin
or the timid wink of crystalline flakes as they’re swallowed by the sun
is it the rush of autumn’s tryst as it woos you with crimson and gold
or the crinkle-crunch of russet leaves as you collapse in a weightless knoll
is it the thrill of a young lover’s kiss as two lips dissolve into one
or the warm embrace of a cherished friend; a reminder you are loved
is it the surge of an ocean swell as you inhale its saline sighs
or the blushing gaze of scarlet veneer, staining a blood-orange sky
is it a flick of the tongue as molten chocolate drizzles down the chin
or a burst of dark roast sunrise as it murmurs smooth seduction
perhaps a poem is this
the silence of bullets and bloodshed when the threat of war is over
or a coiled fist unfolding to grasp the hand of a former rival
when justice and equality are everyday conditions
when power-hungry moguls don’t crush the hands that feed them
the moment love and trust replace the scourge of fear’s suspicion
when we finally see each other without discrimination
when toxic pride is tossed aside like worthless, thread-bare cloth
so the garment of forgiveness can wrap the heart in warmth
that burst of understanding when you recognize your worth
and learn to treat your inner child the way that child deserves
the day we finally wriggle free from crippling expectations
throwing off the anvil of guilt, self-doubt, rejection
or maybe a poem is simply this
to listen without judgment, with an open heart and mind
relinquishing self-interest so another soul can shine
for me, a poem is alchemy – our thoughts becoming skin
arms to hug a hurting world
restoring hope again
© Micki Findlay
Thank you so much, Barbara Leonhard, for publishing my poem on such an inspiring platform. In these uncertain days, platforms like yours that nourish the soul and shine light in the shadows, are more important than ever!
ReplyDeleteWell described Micki, I particularly like the last stanza
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